The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1887-03-31
An Experience.

Yes, indeed, I used to be awfullyF
afraid of death; didn't want to hear
anything about it-didn't want to even
think of it. You see, I'd never been
brought very close to it. My grand
father and grand mother all died before
I was born, and my father and mother
both passed away when l was buta baby
girl, and since then, there are four
brothers and six sisters of whom lam
the youngest, and Pm thirty-eight-and
any number of nephews and nieces and.
seven grandchildren in our family cir.i
Gle, it has remained unbroken. AS for
uncles and aunts and cousins, / believe
we have some such relations in various
parts of the country, but, as We have
never made their acquaintance, we have !
never been called upon to mourn the
loss of any Of them. So I could only;
imagine the inal parting with q beloved
one, and to me it seemed the saddest Of /
all sad things in this world of trials. and
sorrows.
But after that death bed. But wait.
I'll tell you all about it. I had friend,
a very dear friend, beautiful woman q
with lovely blue eyes, and bright golden
hair. She just begun promising career
as singer after long years of hard study
when she was stricken down by that /
fatal disease, consumption. q
went to see her, and although in,hers
own home, surrounded by her own, kin,
who served her with willing hands and
loving hearts, she begged me to atsy 9
few days with her. "We have always
been such good comrades, !" she said, asnd
understood each other so we'll that it will
be a real comfort to have you near me.
1 am sure it will not be long before I am
veil again. This is 8 very heavy cold, J,
but it will wear away as other colds I
have had"
So I stayed, but, alasl She got mo-
better, but grew weaker and weaker
every day. Still she clung to the ,h9nau
Of regaining her health and strength.
~ will not die" she said. This.
world is too dear to me. I Itremble at;
the thought of leaving it. I will not;
die"
Well, after had been with her nearly
three weeks, one stormy night the wind
was blowing and the rain was falling In
torrents, I said to her, GLOW glad We
ought to be that we are sheltered from
that terrible Storm"
elbow glad I would be-" she family
replied-her voice had grown SO weak ".
was SCARCELY above whisper-"if we're
able to be out in it," Then she begged
me to lie down on the lounge opposite
her bed. "You are tired" she said 8
'tsleep awhile and I will try to sleep!
too."
I lay down, closed my eyes and had
just fallen asleep, when glad, extltants
voice awakened me. It was my friend
who called. Yes, she who but q few6
moments before could speak only in th
faintest tone. erss
She had half risen in her bed, Nehe4
ewes shining with celestial ligkI aot
raised to heaven, and, believe H., s os Z:
but I swear to you it is true ol-
wonderful brightness encirclee4
den head. oes
ooh, what coward I
she cried in clear, ringing !
the coming of death-tcs
poor world with such q
beyond. Beautiful q
mother, I am ready" Thl
eyes upon me, she went OF
is death, and it is far, far
life" And, as the gold
back upon the pillows,
away and the blue eyes
no more on earthly scenes
will only add that
been told of the passing
darling MOTHER" it havi1s -
during her own illness, ans
that night I have never been
death.